It is always warm at the rectory, I notice, and at Henry Dale's, or--ah--the Misses Woodhouse's,--always warm." The rector, taking up a great deal of room in the small office, was on his knees, puffing at the fire until his face was scarlet.

"Yes.

I don't believe that woman of yours half looks after your comfort, Denner.

Can't be a good housekeeper, or she would not let this stove get so choked with ashes." "No," Mr.Denner acknowledged--"ah--I am inclined to agree with you, doctor.

Not perhaps a really good housekeeper.